Day 9 ~ of notes. A poem, written by me.

the youngest baby

The Baby Blanket

The white cotton

baby size blanket

was, knitted like a waffle

The threads were

pulled by her tiny fingers

weaving in and out.

Tucked by her side

down her soft body

wrapped her up in comfort

With her eyes closed

the dreams wove

around her hands

Her soother held in place

by her face mashed into

the security tight

Beauty sleeps

behind her closed eyelids

soft black lashes

The blanket surrounds

 and warms her on

the cold wood floor

Now it’s partner

a cut rubber soother

lost in the laundry

hidden with baby cards,

miniature hospital bracelets

stored out of sight

replaced by texts

hot revlon curling irons

and the barbie doll